Chapter Twenty-Eight: Meet Grandma Again

Night.

The sky was snowy, and the cold wind was crashing against the panes.

In the hall of Hanxin Building, it is warm, and the fire talisman burning in the brazier exudes a slow light.

Ning Chen, Qiao Qiao, and the outer disciples of Fu Lang Pavilion sat around the big round table, talking and laughing, enjoying themselves, and after getting along for so long, they were like relatives to each other.

Ning Chen took a small sip of green plum wine, his brows furrowed again, although the genius drank a lot, but Ning Chen had never tasted it before, originally wanted to learn from those literati and ink writers, and fought wine poems, but found that this wine was only spicy in the mouth, but it could also dispel a little bit of winter chill.

Qiao Qiao, who was sitting next to Ning Chen, only drank two small sips, and his little face was already flushed, and behind him, a small white velvet tail had been revealed, rocking around leisurely.

"I just drank two small sips of green plum wine, and the fox's tail was exposed, and I was proud of how profound my cultivation was, cut. Little Radish glanced at Qiaoqiao's exposed tail, picked up the wine bowl, and took a small sip.

"Brother Ning Chen, you may not know yet, right? I heard a lot of news from Sister Bai Xinyao, and that day I happened to hear that in a forest called Baiwei on the outskirts of the Domain, I found a fairy spirit, and it is said that there is a treasure hidden in the ancestral prison pipa, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the matter spreads. After drinking some wine, Jojo was already speechless.

However, neither Ning Chen nor everyone here paid too much attention to this, the White Tail Forest was said to have many yin spirits inside, and few people would risk their lives to enter.

"Also, Brother Ning Chen, I also heard that the disciples in the domain ......"

Poof!

Before Qiao Qiao's words were finished, the whole person fell directly on the round table, unconscious.

Ning Chen could only shake his head helplessly, and then carried Qiao Qiao to the couch little by little, and had the intention to send Qiao Qiao back to the wooden house where she lived before, but after thinking about it, she ...... Forget it.

The night passed in a hurry.

In the early morning, the winter sun is already high in the sky, and the sun shines on the white earth, reflecting a slightly dazzling light.

After drinking a little bit of wine last night, Ning Chen, who woke up, felt warm and comfortable.

And today, Ning Chen planned to go to his grandmother's place to take a look and see if there were any good things, and it would be better if he could give a few more spirit stones.

After tidying up his clothes a little and going down the dilapidated stairs to the first floor, Ning Chen saw that Qiao Qiao was on the first floor, tidying up the slightly messy house, and on the wooden table on one side, there was a cup of steaming tea.

Seeing Ning Chen walking down the stairs, Qiao Qiaoqiao's face turned slightly red, among the fox fairies, it was very embarrassing to drink and show her tail.

"Brother Ning Chen, you're awake, the tea has been brewed, and it's on the table. Jojo smiled and said softly.

"Oh. Ning Chen just responded, and he was not polite, picked up the teacup and drank it.

"Brother Ning Chen, I didn't ...... when I drank last night. Gaffe, right? I don't remember exactly. Qiao Qiao approached Ning Chen, slightly embarrassed, and asked.

"It's fine. Ning Chen's answer was very simple, he didn't take the white-tailed forest mentioned by Qiao Qiao to heart at all.

Afterwards, Ning Chen simply ate some snacks made by Qiao Qiao, and explained some things to Qiao Qiao and Xiao Radish, mainly to take care of Fu Lang Pavilion, and then, Ning Chen left Fu Lang Pavilion.

The Ziluan Mountain that the little old lady said is located in the northwest direction, not very close to the region, but it is by no means far away, but I don't know how to find the little old lady's residence when I get to Ziluan Mountain.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when we get to the place. Ning Chen muttered to himself, then used the aura in his body, and used the wind movement technique to quickly go down the mountain, and from time to time he used the spirit explosion technique to explode the cyclone, and he was able to rush out of the distance at once.

In just a few breaths, Ning Chen had already rushed to the foot of the mountain, and the market at the foot of the mountain was still lively, in the center, on the towering wooden platform, the flag was unfurled, and several big characters were clearly printed on it: Beauty psychedelic charm Zhao Zihuai original.

Under the wooden platform, there are countless little disciples who come and go, all eager to get a beauty psychedelic talisman, and the disciples of the painting Ren Pavilion are even more complacent.

This scene only made Ning Chen squint his eyes slightly, and his reaction looked very calm, but the two cyclones coming out of his palms were extremely hideous at this moment, and the air currents stirred the white snow on the ground like raging, forming a snow tornado between his palm and the ground!

The hand that was originally naturally open trembled slightly, and then clenched his fist little by little, and his body trembled even more.

The nails broke open the palm, and a few drops of blood fell to the ground along Ning Chen's fist, but even so, Ning Chen's face was still very calm, and then turned around and left silently.

After half an hour's effort, Ning Chen went deep into Ziluan Mountain little by little.

The whole Ziluan Mountain can be described as magnificent, straight into the sky, hump-shaped, white and vast mountain, surrounded by a faint purple mist, like a fairyland.

Stepping on the mountain peak, the aura around him was even richer than that of the Demon Spirit Sect, Ning Chen was a little puzzled, why was such a good place not swallowed by the Demon Spirit Sect?

"Is there anyone? Grandma, are you there?" Using the wind movement technique to scurry around in the mountain peaks, Ning Chen shouted loudly from time to time, the voice kept echoing in the valley, Ning Chen was a little embarrassed in his heart, how long will he be looking for such a big place?

"Boy, have I understood your Baimo painting scriptures thoroughly?"

Suddenly, the valley reverberated with the obscene voice of the little old lady, the sound was endless, clear and ethereal, looking around, empty, only two mountain deer wandering among the mountains.

Could this be the legendary voice of a thousand miles? Ning Chen secretly said in his heart.

"Back to grandma's words, the younger generations of Baimo Heart Sutra already know a little bit about it. Ning Chen casually found a direction and bowed deeply, and said modestly.

"In just two months, I was able to understand my exquisite Baimo painting scriptures, and I really have some talent for painting. Grandma's voice came out of thin air again.

Ning Chen didn't say anything, he just smiled helplessly in his heart, how could it take two months, he just used a few hours, but Ning Chen didn't say anything.

"In that case, then come up. ”

As Grandma spoke again, I saw that in the Ziluan Mountain, an ink mark appeared, winding from Ning Chen's feet to the top of the mountain, like a large stroke drawn in the void.

couldn't help but make Ning Chen's eyes full of surprise.

"Follow the ink trails, come up. Grandma said again.

"Oh. Ning Chen responded honestly, with apprehension in his heart, and walked towards the mountain step by step along the ink marks.

After a stick of incense, when Ning Chen approached the top of the mountain, he saw a cave house appear in front of him, not to mention how magnificent, but Ning Chen actually felt a sense of coercion intentionally or unintentionally, and it was even darker inside.

With a hint of apprehension, Ning Chen's eyes were alert, and he stepped into the cave a little tentatively, and suddenly a warm aura came to his face, blowing away the cold air on his body.

Swish!

At this moment, a flash of light flashed beside Ning Chen, and the Nuoda Cave Mansion suddenly brightened.

Turning his head to look, Ning Chen saw a candle slowly lit on the wall.

"One candle can illuminate the entire cave so brightly?" Suddenly, Ning Chen's expression moved, and after careful observation, Ning Chen found that this candle was clearly a picture scroll, and only the bright candle flame was real.

Looking around, on the stone walls around the cave, paintings can be seen everywhere, the dew on a picture of water lilies slowly rolling, and finally dripping to the ground, splashing water, and a picture of a lady, the woman in it looked at Ning Chen, and even showed a faint smile, slender hands, gently covering her mouth.

If you change a person, you have to be frightened when you see such a scene, but Ning Chen is very calm and natural, and he has seen his grandmother's "Baimo Painting Sutra" to let Ning Chen know that the painter has reached the realm of transcendence, and he has become a spirit.

"Seeing these picture scrolls, I can still be calm, it seems that you have really realized something from my Baimo Painting Sutra, come up. Grandma's voice came from the cave again,

At the same time, another painting candle lit up, illuminating the stone steps in front of Ning Chen.

Ascending the stone steps to the second floor, Ning Chen's expression moved slightly, only to see that the second floor of this stone cave was also very spacious, and the obscene little old lady before was sitting on a futon carved from ancient jade, picking her dirty feet with both hands in turn, and sniffing at the tip of her nose from time to time.

Ning Chen rolled his eyes.

Beside Grandma, there are six maids, one by one, but they are dressed up as little disciples from the outer door, and when they saw Ning Chen walking in, they were disappointed on their faces, and some even had a touch of disdain on their faces, although Ning Chen's appearance looked handsome, but the medium figure gave people a feeling of being thin and unbearable, and the goose down white shirt on his body was also sewn and mended, which was clearly the appearance of a down-and-out scholar.

And judging from the dress, he is just an ordinary outer disciple.

They don't know how grandma could value such a little scholar, who is also a disciple of the Domain, and Zhao Zihuai's lofty and talented spirit is simply incomparable.

"The younger generation visits grandma. Ning Chen didn't care about the expressions of the maids, came to the front of his grandmother, bowed deeply, and still said respectfully.

Grandma looked at Ning Chen's tattered goose down robe slightly, and the blood stains on it hadn't even been washed yet.

"Boy, although your cultivation is not profound, it shouldn't be difficult to eat in the Demon Spirit Sect, why do you still look so miserable. Grandma frowned slightly and spoke.

"Uh......" Ning Chen hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to be silent, he didn't know where to start, he couldn't say that his little Qianbai Spirit Diagram was very difficult to use spirit stones.

"Forget it, everyone has their own way of cultivation, what kind of life you choose, that's your own business, and penance is also a great way. Grandma continued.

Ning Chen still didn't speak, just smiled bitterly in his heart, asceticism, who would think, he didn't suffer that crime, it's just that his money has been a little tight recently.

"Since you have come to my cave mansion, it proves that we have some fate, and you are also my favorite disciple, but it is not so easy to become my secret disciple, and you need to pass the test of the sevenfold painting path. Grandma continued, her voice still yin and yang.

The maids on the side, hearing grandma say this, looked at Ning Chen, and a strange smile appeared on their faces, they are all spirit animals adopted by grandma, they have followed grandma for a hundred years, grandma's sevenfold painting they naturally know, for a hundred years, there are seven or eight people who have been favored and tried by grandma, but no one can pass the fivefold, let alone sevenfold.

Among them, there are some people who have cultivated to the highest level.